Teksty:
Andrew Lloyd Webber Other

I gave you my music Made your song take wing And now! How you've repaid me Denied me and betrayed me! He was bound to love you When he heard you sing

Brothers Oh no - not he How you can accuse him is a mystery Save him - take me Benjamin is straighter than the tall palm tree Judah I hear

Bustopher Jones is not skin and bones In fact, he's remarkably fat He doesn't haunt pubs, he has eight or nine clubs For he's the St. James Street cat

Jesus) God forgive them They don't know what they're doing Who is my mother? Where is my mother? My God My God Why have you forgotten me? I'm thirsty

out this *animal, *who runs to ground! * *Too long he's *preyed on us - *but now we know: *the Phantom of the Opera *is there, *deep down below... * *(others

Joseph I closed my eyes, drew back the curtain To see for certain what I thought I knew Far far away, someone was weeping But the world was sleeping

You see the border of her coat is torn and stained with sand And you see the corner of her eye twist like a crooked pin Silence-not a sound from the

not as sure As when we started Then I was inspired Now I?m sad and tired Listen, surely I?ve exceeded expectations Tried for three years, seems like thirty Could you ask as much from any other

Joseph I closed my eyes, drew back the curtain To see for certain what I thought I knew Far far away, someone was weeping But the world was sleeping